Chapter 15: Hanging With Rich People

Now that I was traveling in the circles of other rich and famous people, the more that I was noticed. The more that these people noticed me, the more I was invited to their houses, to dinners and to parties.

I think there was another aspect to the whole thing as well: I was a man of mystery!

They all seemed to recognize one of their own (meaning very rich), but they didn’t understand what I represented. I would happily tell anyone who asked that I was a geologist and that I managed several properties. That The Trust was in the mining business.

But The Trust was a private company that didn’t have to print out reports for shareholders, and our tax forms to various governments were kept as vague as could be. Often government only got lists of numbers for profits and losses attached to incomprehensible account titles. But that was because tax laws around the world are arbitrary and incomprehensible.

So no one, outside of a very few heads of states and people also working for The Trust had a clue as to my personal wealth, assets or income. One of the consequences of THAT was, if any unauthorized information did leak, we would have a very good idea of who was responsible.

Nevertheless, the result was that I was being invited to meet with people often. Most of the time, to be honest, I was too busy to attend these gatherings. Unlike many of the superrich, although I had inherited the wealth, I also had to work to keep the operations going. I was not just some ‘trust baby’ — even if we called the company ‘The Trust!”

But when I did go, I would score, if I wanted. I was surprised at how many married women wanted to sneak into my room at night to try out the new boy on the block (I didn’t let them: too worried about angry husband, or cameras spying on me for blackmail.) There we a fair number who told me that their husbands had sent them, hoping to gain favor from me.

I didn’t need to go with married women. The super rich attracted beautiful women like flies! Model’s, actresses, plain old gold diggers, even the odd escort or professional woman managed to get into the inner circles. Remember ‘Pretty Woman?”

Over the next six months or so, I had my share of super models (most of whom were boring in the sack — the, “I’m so beautiful, all I have to do is open my legs and lie there” syndrome) and a variety of other women, wealthy on their own, and even some daughters of other tycoons, hoping that I might find them attractive and be willing to take them off of their hands.

Most of those women were terribly self-centered, with opinions of themselves and their value that were vastly beyond reality. Most of them were what could be called “spoiled children.”

There was one incident though that confirmed what my super rich status could do that was worth mentioning. It was reminiscent of an off-color remark that Donald Trump (long before he became President) made.

I was on a boat in the Med at the invitation of some Russian oligarch (oil, I think; but maybe gold and wanted The Trust to invest ... HAHA, no way!) I was standing up on one of the upper decks at the rail looking down on the crazy, drunken party going one below when a well known, as in multiple award winning actress, somewhat older now, but not in the HW bracket by 20 years, came up and stood by me at the rail. Unlike many of the young women who my Ruski acquaintance had brought aboard, she wasn’t naked, but the bikini she was wearing was pretty minimal.

She still worked in Hollywierd on a regular basis, and was still quite attractive, at least with her makeup on. Otherwise she reminded me of Alex Guinness or Meryl Streep; people whose faces were so lacking in color that makeup could turn them into almost anyone. Thank heavens she did have some makeup on that day to add eyebrows and lips, and so on.

We stood there and talked. She seemed pleasant, although a bit naïve, and I think that she was sounding me out to see if I would be interested in funding films. Good god, that was as unlikely as investing with the oligarch.

I was familiar with the fact, that she, like HW, had a small estate in England, not far from mine. She was also known for selling somewhat odd products for women for outrageous prices!